He filled his
pipe slowly. ’
Chapter Six
Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep
her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats—
Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient
hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as he issued this
command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwards recalled it. Then he went back to his rooms
and lit a cigar. “Really?”
“Would not let it go. It was, in a way, something of a joke to the
doctor: psychology and physiognomy on an island which white folks did not
visit more than three or four times a year, only then when they had to. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. ”
“There is no one else who has a key to your rooms?”
“No one except my maid, who is away in Wiltshire. In this way, they reached Holborn Bridge.
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